I'm walking through the store. I am well caffeinated and perfect. My shirt is pressed and my hair looks good. Light fron the East bays falls across the railing into the main floor and I'm noticing people. It's oneof those moments we all have when we are outside of what's happening. People are floating past me as if they are outlined--exagerrated to render their inner character as a cartoon version of themself, instantly recognizeable. Like reading a book. As if they have biographical subt...